To my scientific mind, it didn't seem practical that anyone could get to all the rooftops and go down all the chimneys in one night.
There are just too many of them.
Then, one special Christmas eve, my dad drove us out to the Pullman airport to pick up my oldest sister who was flying in from Seattle. There was a red glow in the sky. It did looked convincing.
Was this Rudolph's nose reflecting off low clouds and fog? It was a hopeful sign. Maybe there is a Santa Claus.
Then my brother pointed out that the airstrip's runway lights were casting unusual glows on the clouds.
*Picture wasn't actually taken at airport, but has similar look.
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